this is the sort of thing ive done for years .. write, diary write, jot thoughts down in note books.
its just part of me, waffling on,
i was always writing to some one before i got the computer, its a bit like the clangers,
they whistle instead of talking i write, i get more sense out of myself,
other folk need an answer if they wish to talk to me, so i,m forever saying,
"aye.. oh aye.. no , fancy that, eehh never, aye " i get sick of it ..bored with it,
need mental stimulation but some thing i can just listen to and maybe laugh along with,
thats why i like radio, its easy on the ear..

offsprings moaning cos he,s got no chocolate, or crisps i said well you shouldnt eat it all at once, it didnt go down well , im eating popcorn which made him worse i said id share,,ive stuck the keys up with toffee and the mouse. now im having smarties left over from xmas so by 7 i,ll be full of e numbers.

last night i had a glass of wine, late on, red, i felt ill .so no more..

this shows how often i drink wine or even know how to open a bottle,
ive tried for 2 days with a corkscrew opener couldnt manage, the sharp bit didnt seem long enough.. last night i tried again , no joy,
son looked saying , mam you must first take off the old cork thats stuck on there from the last bottle, i didnt even know.

wish i hadnt opened the port i think it must have been a vintage bottle..i quite like port.

nose itchy mebbe im allergic to summat..